A bondage whore who just loves some rope.

Bondage Whore

Hanging from the rope wrapped around my neck, bound by boy scout knots. I can feel his caress against my cunt as he tightens more of the line linked to my throat. It twitches at his touch.

He knows I love this. His little bondage whore.

Ever so often, he’ll pull on the rope to get me to gag a little more. Controlling my breath in and out. Also blood flow the noggin. Each time he does, my pussy just gets wetter. Dripping onto his hand, the rope. My legs.

I moan, feeling that sensation of lightening going down all the way to my clit. He keeps rubbing on it while it rests between two parts of the harness he tied me in. Also giving me those little giggles knowing I’m about to bust a nut everywhere.

The stimulation is to much, making me squirt all over his hand. He keeps rubbing though. Faster and faster as I keep blowing my cum all over the place.

And of course I can’t get away. He doesn’t want me to. He pulls on the rope every time I try to move away from him. Which chokes me more. |

I know I’m spent after that. But he says “I bet there’s one more in there…” and pulls out the body wand.

 

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